House Rules 2: Playing House

Chapter 8

Everyone from the manager to the newest hire offered to stay behind and help clean up, but Seth and Becky politely declined each time. Since it had basically been a glorified coffee tasting, there wasn't much to do. All the cups would go in the dishwasher and what little brewed coffee remained could be dumped down the sink. Aside from a few wrappers and napkins on the floor—another reason they wanted Kevin safely away from the party—the living room just needed a general cleaning and for the furniture to be put back where it usually sat. "Congratulations, Mr. Business Owner," Becky declared, kissing his cheek and toasting him with her beer. They had both had far too much coffee that night, so they had decided on beer for a nightcap after they had cleaned up the worst of the mess.

Seth pulled her legs over his lap and set his cold beer bottle against her thigh, making her swear. "I think the party went pretty well, don't you?" During the cleaning, they had taken plenty of kissing breaks, which had intensified to stripping breaks, and now they were only left wearing their underwear. Their clothes were in a pile on the couch, with one of the legs of Seth's jeans trailing to the floor.

"I think so. Might have been a different story if the drink of the night was beer instead of coffee," Becky pointed out. "We'll have to try a party with the Deadboys crew to test the theory. Or you could always host an UpUpDownDown tournament or something."

"Someone's feeling domestic," Seth teased. He set his beer on the side table and put hers there as well before pulling her fully onto his lap. "Are you already deciding where to put the Christmas tree?"

Becky laughed, eyes drifting shut as Seth ran his hands up her back and unhooked her bra. "You already have a spot for it," she retorted. She had never been at his house around Christmas before, but she was sure she had seen pictures. It was hard to recall them, though, now that Seth had slid her bra off and was nuzzling her neck, drawing his fingers down her back. "Over . . . over there?" She tried to look over by the fireplace, but Seth was kissing her again.

"Where would you put it?" Seth moved down to her collarbones, teasing her with little puffs of breath. His fingers crept beneath her panties, digging into her ass and urging her even closer.

"Bed," Becky sighed, sinking both hands into his hair and pulling his mouth away from her chest.

Seth pretended to play dumb for a moment. "You'd put the Christmas tree in a bed? That's new to me. Is it some Irish thing?"

Becky bit his earlobe lightly as she pressed right up against his cock. It probably damaged her resolve as much as his, but she loved the feel of him against her, the way it made his muscles tense up in anticipation. "I want to go to our bed," she whispered slowly. "I'm pretty sure this chair isn't designed for regular fucking."

"That's a major design flaw, if you ask me." Even as he teased her, Seth was happy to oblige, picking her up and waiting until she had her legs locked around him to start heading to the stairs. "But since you called the bed ours. . . ."

"Unless you want to go shopping for a new one." Kissing Seth's neck, Becky traced his back tattoo from memory as he approached their room. "Maybe you should have opened a furniture store instead of a coffee shop. Then instead of coffee tastings, we could test the beds."

Seth started laughing so hard he almost dropped her, and he pressed her back against the hallway wall as he collected himself. "That would definitely be a private party."

"I would send you a very fancy invitation," Becky promised, sliding down to her feet. "Good quality paper and everything."

"Only if it's delivered in person." Seth tugged on Becky's hand and pulled her into their bedroom. Then they were kissing again, tumbling onto the bed happily. "I love you," he murmured as he worked her panties down her thighs. "I love having you here with me. I love being in Los Angeles with you. You make me feel at home wherever I am."